Florence want to see the world, she wants to be someone. She get the opportunity to do so but there's a catch. She has to be harry's perfect little girlfriend to hide his secrets. Soon enough fake love and real love become hard to distinguish...but...
I wake to a loud bang on my door. I look at the time and it 4:30am. I have only been asleep for an hour. Who the hell is that?
I wonder towards the door in a daze and open it to be met with Niall.
"Florence! here you go" he says as he hands me a paper bag and a coffee.
"Niall what the hell are you doing here?" i ask.
"Okay i have a confession" he says nervously.
I sit on the edge of my bed and open the paper bag to find a blueberry muffin. He sits opposite me on the tv stand, which makes me cringe because i hate it when people sit on furniture that isn't made to be sat on.
"i heard everything" he confesses.
"everything?" i'm still confused as to what he's talking about.
"I heard the fight harry got in, the party, him yelling at you. Everything" he says looking at the floor.
oh.
"why didn't you do anything?" i say slightly angry.
I cannot believe he heard everything and just stayed in bed listening. It infuriates me.
"Look Florence for the last three years i have been clearing up Harrys messes and i'm sick of it. I am sick of pulling him away from attacking some guy, i'm sick of clearing up his hotel room after he throws huge party's." he admits.
I understand where he is coming from. It must be hard to look after someone like harry for three years.
"It's fine Niall, i get it." i say " so this is im sorry food and coffee?"
"yeah" he laughs.
I try the coffee. It's good. A vanilla latte, my favourite.
"how did you know i like vanilla lattes?" I ask.
"because, you just give off that vibe. I just thought 'what would i order if i were you?' "
That's sweet, his gesture has removed all the anger from inside me. All of a sudden i'm aware of how terrible i look.
"I have got to get a shower, thanks for the food Niall" i say with a warm smile.
"of course babe, anytime" he says and winks at me as he walks out of my hotel room.
I take a shower, and get changed. I can't decide what to wear. We are going to the airport and i don't want to look overdressed but Matt sent me a text saying he predicts that paparazzi will be there. I get a text from harry.
' soz abt yesterday. try not to look too tired for the paps...sun glasses mayb.'
So that's all i get? "soz". He yelled at me when i was trying to help him and that's all i get? And he expects me to look like shit, i'm gathering that from the "sunglasses mayb"
I will show him who looks tired. I look in my suitcase for my best outfit that's comfortable enough for a plane.
The flight is only a few hours long so i can wear jeans. I decide to wear a black tube top with blue jeans and instead of wearing the black sunglasses i hang them on my top.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
